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This is not a fairy tale.

Good morning!

I am 'The Greek Chorus',

an example of seduction, personification of...

...the body and the villain of suspense.

Now, come on... come on!

Take my hand and if you dare,

stick your sword to the hilt.

Are you ready for this?

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SEPTEMBER 199:47 AM

Ah, my boy. You're good with a whip.

You would have impressed my former whipper.

Let's disappear. Can drive to Salmon Creek.

Swim and swim for a couple of hours.

Before you take the bus to Sacramento. - Achtung!

Didn't you forget something? - What?

You have not completed your task.

I'm tired. - Why is it called that?

Ach, verdammte Englisch. Oh yeah. Bonus.

Yeah, asshole. Shut up or keep your head down.

How much?

I am generous.

Come...

For the marriage sofa.

Didn't you forget something?

Come on hier. Come here, I said.

And another $100? - Suddenly now. I'm busy.

11.03

See you Thursday, Adolph. At the same time.

11.05

Hello, Gwendolyn. - Alice, now you get a good ride.

Like I said. - Oh jeez.

Wait a little. Maybe we should talk about this first.

Wait a minute, Gwendolyn.

Wait! Oh God!

Jeez! Wait...

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

11.06

WAR

You always have crazy ideas. - That giant dildo was heavenly.

Go again when you drive by. - I'm buying new toys in Frisco.

See you in two weeks. Hey.

Hey.

11.08

You have no business here. Especially not for the bathroom.

Wasn't that clear?

No! Nay! Not in the tub!

The Schwartz parka is dead. Catastrophically murdered.

What a cold and beautiful day!

The Harry fish is an instrument of destruction.

But who unleashed that untamed appetite?

Assassin Protagonist? He can be bought with money.

Or an Ethiopian chef? He beats his groin with devotion -

and take revenge on the colonialist oppressors.

Or Limehouse. Daughter of the Rising Sun.

The kamikaze of cunnilingus.

Or Father of the State Paul. Husband, Punisher and Lover.

Always ready for battle. Anywhere and anytime.

He chooses and compares partners.

Or was it Alice? Plymouth's loveliest maiden.

A hazy spirit of passion, writhing in a sea of??flesh.

And then there's Gwendolyn. His skin black as snow.

Her hips like a cathedral.

And finally the intruder who slipped into Schwartz's badezimmer -

and left behind a greedy instrument of destruction.

That's where the suspects are. But before the court decision -

we have to weigh everything carefully.

2. OCTOBER 8.17

Can I help? - No thanks.

Did the car break down? - No, I'm just jogging.

You must be new here. - I came to Miranda last night.

Are you a dancer? Stripper. - Interpretive dance.

Do you want a ride? - You have ulterior motives.

It doesn't matter here. I'm the only police officer in the neighborhood.

Jump in. You are fit enough.

No thanks, I need exercise.

What's your name? - Margo. Margo Winchester.

What is yours? - Homer. Homer Johnson.

Hell!

8.19

How's it going?

Where are you going?

Hey! Do you have bad hearing?

I'll ask one more time.

Where are you going? - To Miranda.

Do you want music? - This is fine.

Are you staying in Miranda? - I'm passing through.

Maybe I can make you change your mind.

I do not believe.

It was "Satin Lady". Ninth on the list this week.

Fasten your seat belts and get ready for a good ride.

This is a shortcut. - Yeah right.

Deuce!

Go to hell!

It was fun to feel. - Mother in law!

I think you hurt the boy.

He is no longer in pain. Walk to the road.

Let go.

Movement!

Why the hell did you have to go so far?

You had already knocked him down before you nailed him.

Karate makes a bad mark.

From what I've seen, you know how to hold your own.

There is no doubt about it.

This is the headquarters. Where does the teddy bear bone?

Go inside.

Don't delay.

To the car from that.

I guess he picked you up where I left you.

Maybe you bullied him.

As a law enforcement officer, I know you girls often cause trouble.

You run half naked.

The country guy was seen with the asphalt princess an hour ago.

On the other hand, this may be an exception in the case of Leonard Box.

That was his name. He was a journeyman.

No doubt.

Nobody misses him. Except maybe her daddy.

He didn't really care about the boy, but he was the property of the uncle -

like his factory.

Olla has money. And he spreads it to many.

He'll make sure you grow old in prison.

What are you trying to say? - You can look at it from another angle.

You can save a lot of paperwork and trouble from the authorities.

He would be dead soon though. Leonard was begging for trouble.

You can put the gun away already. - Homer.

I didn't see everything. I was driving to replace Summers.

He's an ice-cold. Doesn't like modern gadgets like phones.

He hadn't been seen in days, so I decided to go see him.

Then I saw you guys struggling as I drove by.

Before I could get to you, you fell off the cliff.

I thought you were gone. That's one hell of a drop.

It can break your back.

I ran to the spot and saw Box lying at the bottom of the canyon.

Then I saw you hanging from a root. It had been close.

I got a rope from the car and pulled you up.

I put you in the back seat. You were pretty hysterical.

And it's no wonder.

Then I called Coroner Lou.

He had trouble getting the boy up -

so he asked a couple of lumberjacks for help.

Lou inspected the boy's remains.

He was pronounced dead at the scene. Back broken.

He had fallen from a height.

Did I forget something? - Just a favor.

Let's talk about it at my place.

You're a complete bastard. - What do they say about traveling?

Yes, the route operator knows the other.

We can't go on like this forever. - How come?

Not without variation. - You are already unfaithful.

You'll never notice it.

Besides...

I can't afford to talk in my sleep.

Same goes for you, Homer.

Carefully. You broke my sunglasses. - Sorry.

I don't know my own strength.

I think we forgot something.

Homer!

Winchester gets to know more than just the long arm of the law.

A mountain castle where evil and beauty alternated.

Where a gruesome murder was committed.

Paul. The most likely suspect.

Jealousy, greed and ambition as muses.

Margo. Goat-eyed typesetting machine -

which all men would like to shoot at the top of the hekuma.

Protagonist. A deadly flower.

He shares pain with everyone.

Ethiopian chef. A whirlwind of passion and malice.

Almond-eyed Limehouse. Impressive like Mao's sayings.

Her body like a golden river.

Alice. Maiden, lesbian and princess.

The patron of the shrine. First mother.

Gwendolyn. The champion of debauchery.

Like a husband to sweet Alice.

Homer. Afraid of ax and rope, but saw a red light in the night.

And heard the bully's voice.

Leonard Box. A victim of his own lust.

He got his punishment if he murdered a Nazi wizard.

For one of these people committed the most heinous murder.

But who?

Thank you, Alice. - Sir?

Tuna bread and french fries included.

Thank you. - Can't take it, Ken.

You're welcome.

Homer seems to get his month's quota full again.

Are the sausages and eggs ready? - Here, honey.

Get into the patrol car for that. - Great.

Do you want to see my tits? - Are you trying to bribe the police?

What are you staring at? - As long as I look.

I take mouthfuls well.

I haven't had a bad blow job.

This will speed things up.

I guess Homer will get his anointing early today.

Look how the girl's head bounces.

In less than half a minute. - I'll let you off with a warning.

Get out now before I remember I represent law and order.

Better give that warning.

Deuce. What the hell does he think he's doing?

George, is that what our tax dollars are used for?

Hey. Listen, Homer.

What's wrong with our law-abiding village? Two kills in two days.

A big fish ripped Adolph Schwartz's bones clean in the bathtub.

And some kid broke Leonard Box's back.

Bullshit. The girl's case was an accident.

Tell the truth, Homer. That sounds pretty weird.

Hi, Rafe. The usual one? - Yeah, but with toast.

I do not believe. - Hey, Homer.

Rafe ordered the breakfast special. Go to work.

Slave whip.

I heard that the girl who got involved in the Box thing was quite a piece of shit.

Strange name too. Margo Winchester. - Is that what we're talking about?

Why not? - So what if I have nothing else to do?

Tell me all about that Margo Winchester.

You know I like big tits. Now I'm converted.

Margo has the most amazing butt I've ever planed.

Do not get me wrong. He has great pitchers.

The nipples are bigger than other girls' tits.

But back to back. I got him a four-pack yesterday.

Do you understand? It was insane.

Looks like you need some help.

True. Did you see the sign in the window?

PLACE AVAILABLE

It's been there for two weeks.

I know one that would sell a lot of hotdogs.

Or maybe you don't want that sex machine near your man?

He gets my jam.

Would the little leftovers be okay now? - Customers first.

I'll try to make an appointment for you in the afternoon.

1.13

Why do you have to go so hard? - You don't have all day.

The couple is beyond the chasm of passion.

But does the image of a neutered hunn shine on the lover's face?

Is the mystery buried in the damp mud -

or is there a solution in front of us? Katala's murder cries out for revenge.

21 OCTOBER 6.47

Come back soon.

Ham bread without mustard, potato salad and turkey bread.

Hurry up, Clint.

They must be like honeydew melons.

Come again soon.

My goodness. Thank you, Rufus.

Where did all the customers come from? Like I don't know.

See you when I get off work.

Double chili with mustard. No onion. - Chili with mustard. No onion.

We know. Double chili with mustard. No onion.

So. - Homer is right. You bring customers.

Maybe it's my personality.

Hurry up with that sausage.

Isn't he awesome? I pay too little, but he gets tips.

The girl has pretty big butts. - Yeah, not funny.

Looks like this is going to be a real hit.

Honey, I guess we should double the nakki and hamburger order.

So. Can you think of anything else?

As long as you're not lifting anything heavy.

You have been a great help. Thanks for that.

It makes the time pass. Homer is busy during the day.

What you are doing now? Do you want to drive to get groceries?

I would like to go swimming. I found a great spot on Salmon Creek.

The pond is deep and the surroundings are beautiful.

I'd like to nail you sometime.

I've used that line too. Just get your supplies.

1:39 p.m

What's the water like?

What's your rush? We have enough time.

Come!

Get out of here!

Back to the reservation, Pocahontas!

It's quite red. You must have fucked an Indian.

The murder is still unavenged. The murderer still walks among us.

Will his eyes or his feelings betray him?

The ecstasy of lust in which he tries to bury his guilt.

Slender and active Paul. He pushes himself into many crevices.

His hammer beats a merciless rhythm against his prey -

but only satisfies his own thirst.

A golden treasure lurks in his gaze -

which was plundered from the capital of Christendom by the modern Visigoths.

Or Margo, the saucy siren with her high chest gear.

Why is he here? She absorbs men's powers at will.

Lust and desire combine into perfect forms. She is a real superior.

Alice. Steady wife.

He shares the problems of everyday life and the joys of union with his master.

Always faithful, even if a fling with a dark lesbian -

sullied the sanctity of the marital hekuma.

She teases men. He is a glutton and has a sweet tooth.

Eating too much can also be bad. Too bad she's a whore.

Or Homer. Former law enforcement officer -

who likes sex pranks.

The bull of the bed arenas. Every relationship is a real decathlon.

10 pornographically poignant efforts.

And Gwendolyn. The dark horse of the assassination attempt.

The duo is now a double duo. The quartet has become a trio.

Gwendolyn doesn't come between Paul and Alice but goes off with them.

Everyone's mind full of visions of Africa.

Did Gwendolyn open Pandora's Box too much and unleash Othello's fury?

That's just the question.

Is malice lurking beneath the seemingly innocent surface?

Rafe. Wild as a mountain goat. Firm as the Rock of Gibraltar.

Ethiopian chef. The black sheep is not always the leader of the flock.

Homer's busty little girl. Huhmar -

which crushed the gendarme's seed.

Leonard Box. The dead do not speak, but should this stone be turned?

Limehouse. The heavenly gem of Japan.

Could he kill again half an hour later?

Protagonist. The bottomless pit of greed.

He sucks people's lives at the behest of his master.

The only language the savage understands is the fiery language of the cannon.

Now you have seen all the victims of the tragic fall.

But who? When the murderer was hiding in the primeval forest -

does she see the image of the dying Teuton on her lover's face?

Or do the hekuma's screams mix with raw memories?

OCTOBER 198:43 AM

Pull that head up, Fred.

Is it live now honey?

Is. Tie it up.

It's going to be a great night, isn't it?

You seem to do well when you open a new place.

Don't tell her, but I'm going to surprise Margo.

He is very much looking forward to the evening. Wait until you see what he's wearing.

Or it isn't.

I guess I'll be late for the show. I was ordered to go to Heureka.

Evidence has been found that Box, who raped Margo -

had connections with Adolph Schwartz.

Maybe it doesn't mean anything, but you never know.

7:43 p.m

The tire burst. And again tonight.

Where is Alice? - Left an hour ago.

Two more of these are needed. They are in the back room.

Sorry. Mom called. Uncle lost his leg.

Happy opening. There are a lot of people here.

We need more shit.

Everyone has fun. - Ask George to bring more beer.

Hi, Rafe. Where's your ax?

Bring him the axe.

Fuck it! Fuck it!

A jerk too.

Clothes off! - Be quiet.

Thanks for the spontaneous reception guys.

I was asked to speak, but that's not my style.

Look at those bumpers. - Put the coin in the jukebox.

Come here!

Come!

Come out.

Two for Rafe.

Take it easy, big boy.

Rafe wants an encore.

Call the blue laws. Rafe is in a daze.

To whom? - For Homer.

Only he has the firepower to stop Rafe.

Bosh. Rafe is neat. He's having fun.

And shit. Use the secret passage and go to the nearest phone.

I'll try to keep him under control until you bring help.

I hate this hallway.

Fuck it! Fuck it!

Take your hand away.

Hands off!

Get off your ass, Rafe!

Hey! Rafe, put me down!

Let go!

Send Homer Johnson here at once.

Son of a bitch! I'll kill you!

Help! Please help!

Stop it!

The guys are coming. - Let's get out of here!

I'm complaining, Rafe.

Rafe! Leave her alone!

Get your filthy dick out of me!

Help;

You hurt me!

You are too big! Stop it!

Cursed pig!

No worries. I came as soon as I could. Do not Cry.

Rafe won't bother you anymore.

You've endured a lot.

Precautionary!

No! Put me down!

Rosebud... I'll save you.

Homer!

Homer! Oh God!

And so the brutal alliances and brutal frauds continue -

and absorb persons into the quicksand of ecstasy.

Into a whirlwind of fire, pain and passion.

But where does the murderer hide, masked from suspicion?

Remember the hints, because there are no more of them.

Clear. I'm trying to make it. 10 to 4.

You?

So I. Sweet little Alice. - Which was least suspected.

Are you ready? Should have guessed.

That's why you slept with Homer. - Guess again, murderer.

Our relationship was accidental. - It's hard to believe.

But fuck it.

Only your death matters!

But why you? - I'm the best of women!

Margo Winchester... You and your round, muscular ass.

Let's see what it helps in the fight to the death.

When did you realize my identity? - Your identity? You are a whore.

Why are you attacking me now? - I guess you think I'm stupid.

I know about rape. You raped my lovely Paul.

When did I marry your husband? He is a real ruipelo and an average stake.

Paul is innocent and silly like a child. I can forgive that.

But his sexual prowess... 28 cents isn't the funniest.

Yesterday, when we lay satisfied, he said your name in his sleep.

Margo Winchester... She said your stupid crap name.

Even though she was still inside my beautiful body.

Here you are. Now who does the title of real woman belong to?

Large pectoral muscles.

Shit.

Paul has a weakness for women.

He is the victim. Not weaker or stronger than other men.

There it is.

Remember this: No one plays with my husband's emotions.

I have always protected him..Even from that hideous gay, Adolph.

Why is it so important to you that Schwartz fooled around with your husband?

Because he was my father. - Your father?

Then your maiden name was Schwartz. - And shit.

My real name is Eva Braun Junior. Adolf Hitler and his -

bastard child of his linen-headed mistress.

What about the burnt bodies found near the F�hrer's bunker?

Mother sacrificed herself for the motherland. He was getting old too.

He knew that father liked young girls and incest.

That's where I came into the picture.

I'm wasting my time. Where is that knife?

What about the destruction of Berlin? The Nazis ran away like rats.

Here it is. - The end of the Third Reich.

Hey, wait! Shit.

What about the crushing evidence of the Russians?

Fuck the Russians!

Nobody likes to fail. But enough history for now.

I nailed my own father to save my marriage.

So. And dad and I never went to bed.

She liked young boys, and Paul is mine. I tried to be tolerant -

but Paul couldn't do anything after the evening sessions.

Paul did it for daddy's dirty money -

which he took from the Jews.

Dad paid Paul to satisfy his loose body.

Forced Paul to marry him.

We financed the bar with Nazi gold.

And not with canteen profits.

Father deserved to die, that pig.

The pieces are starting to fit together. The matter is complicated.

The secret of Eva Braun Junior dies with you.

You're still eating your words, asshole!

You will soon be on your way to old age.

Prepare to face my revenge.

Revenge only adds to the evil caused by Adolf Hitler's madness.

I, Margo Winchester, will force you to your knees again!

That's bullshit!

That's better.

It was only a matter of time. Or willpower.

Rosebud... I'm still figuring this out.

A rising crescendo of debauchery.

But that's just a prelude to what's to come.

My truck driver friend likes sex toys.

He brought a new thing last week that I've been wanting to try.

According to Gwendolyn, it offers the best of both worlds.

If you understand what he means.

The bed has its own history.

It belonged to a girl named Vixen.

Winchester... Voil�!

Paul? Why? - Because you murdered Mr. Schwartz.

Adolf parka. He was so misunderstood.

He was condemned because he tried to cleanse the world of promiscuous children.

You hurt me, Paul. - Alice. The perfect wife.

You always wanted to fulfill my needs. Sweet little Alice.

So beautiful, but so selfish.

You wanted my amazing member all to yourself.

Give me the gun here, Paul. - And you. You are the same.

Like all women.

Selfish and self-centered. You wanted my lithe body for yourself.

You deserve to die too, bitch!

It hurt.

You hurt my Pauline, whore. - In your fields or I'll knock your stern off.

One wrong move and you're both gone.

Society has a suitable place for people like you.

You and your big tits and fat ass!

DECEMBER 199.19 AFTER SCREENING 1

Chief Constable, with your sense of duty -

and defying the dangers -

you have earned my admiration and gratitude.

It was a pleasure, Chief. - Can I shake your hand?

Unfortunately, your work for society is a thankless toil.

I ask you once again to throw yourself into action -

and you deliver a coup d'etat to another parasite -

that pollutes our population.

The unsuspecting people we protect.

I know that your education, your strong sense of duty -

and your professional pride will serve you well. Bless...

And God bless you.

Was there anything else, Chief?

Let's meet at the Palace Bar at a quarter past eight.

Equally.

The net is torn. A fly caught by a spider.

Now leave me to my private pleasures.

You have come a long way.

Think of those whose lives and deaths my story told.

Rafe. A raw giant.

A victim of alcohol.

Homer Johnson. The long grip of the law.

Rehti in his own twisted way.

The stained insignia has been cleaned.

Alice. Sweet little Alice.

Otherwise known as Eva Braun Junior.

What a cunning woman.

A two-legged mare that was ridden fiercely.

Paul. Paul Renard.

Fantastic.

A fox chasing its own tail.

Autofellatio is its own reward.

And Margo. Margo Winchester.

No mountain was too high, and no stream too wide.

No way too difficult.

God, I'm tripping!

Winchester! Homer! Alice!

AFTER SCREENING 3 SANITATION IN BAVARIA

Jerk! I forbade playing that record anymore!

Jawohl, Martin.

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